40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

  “For Morris.” Dixon cried out, as he positioned his throbbing erection between her spread. “For my best friend and your husband.”

  Her scream echoed around them and her whimpers made his heart break, and yet he forced his thick spear deep into her final resistance. She clung to him hard, slender fingers flexed and clawing, nails digging and scratching at him. He kissed her, sucked on her sweet succulent lips as he ground his hips into her. His buttocks flexed as he drove himself to the root into her.

  Nicolette’s sobbing gave way to moans and gasps, signifying the pain relinquishing its dominance to pleasure at long last. He kissed her neck and the upper slopes of her soft breasts, driving his erection into her with more enthusiasm. Her tightness gripped him possessively. It had been a long while since he had felt such a ferocious hold on him. The pleasure made him see stars and he knew he was on the verge of losing his mind, and more. Days of pent up lust and longing caved in. Her second orgasm with him in her triggered his, making him drive in deeper and release himself. The thought of consequences escaped his learned mind as he reverted to the base nature of man, or all things living. For several moments, Doctor Gaspar Dixon had become the animal that all humans are without the pretense of humanity.

  “Oh, Gaspar.” The dark haired beauty under him groaned. “I had been such a fool… to have denied myself such pleasure.”

  “No, no, my love.” He said breathlessly. “You were never a fool… for such pleasure of knowledge comes every day.”

  “And we have two more days… for more of such discoveries, do we not?” Her soft shy laughter reminded him of silver bells chiming in the distant wind.

  “Yes, we do.” He nodded in agreement.

  ***

  “And why can I not take her home yet?” Kilburn asked in surprise.

  “It is here that she has grown most comfortable and gained much knowledge to overcome her unreasonable inhibitions, Morris.” Dixon pressed as he led his friend upstairs. “A change in environs may result in those fears reverting to her.”

  “So I must consummate my wedding… not on my own bed, nor even in my own house.” The mining magnate protested.

  “You’ve known me for twenty years as have you known my house, Morris. Consider this as good as your own dwellings.”

  “That is true.” Kilburn acknowledged grudgingly. “And she waits for me in there… in your own bedroom.”

  “Indeed she does.” The doctor nodded. “And with great anticipation of your first night as husband and wife.”

  “What did you do to her, Gaspar… what knowledge did you impart to a woman who not even a week ago was colder than stone?”

  “Would you prefer a lecture or find out for yourself?” Dixon laughed, slapping his old friend on the back. “You brought her to me and I have prepared her for you, old friend. Waste no more time, she is ready for you and by her own consent… now get in there and take her.”

  “I need a drink first.” Kilburn looked around the hallway.

  “Oh, no you don’t. You must be in full control of your senses to know the woman who you will love for the rest of your days.” Dixon lectured as he pushed his bemused friend into the master bedroom.

  “Morris, my love… you have kept me waiting.” Nicolette’s sweet voice sailed out through the crack in the door.

  “Nicolette, you… you are naked.” He heard Kilburn gasp.

  “And so must I be for us to consummate this marriage.” The young woman’s soft laugh drifted to Dixon as he closed the door. “Come, Morris, I have learned much and you will be well pleased.”

  “Nicolette… I - I don’t know what to say.” Kilburn’s muffled voice vibrated through the wooden door.

  “Say nothing, my love… only do.” The doctor smiled with satisfaction as he heard her lustful whisper through the closed door.

  “And not a moment too soon.” Dixon chuckled, stepping away from the door and turning to leave. It was imperative for Kilburn to make love to his newly wed bride that night or all his teachings would have been in vain, he had told his friend, and that she had to conceive right then as well, for she may relapse into her old self later.

  She would never do that, of course. No one sane goes back to the error of their ways once they know better. But Kilburn didn’t know that or had needed to; as much as he didn’t need to know that his new bride now carried his best friend’s child.

  “To life.” Gaspar Dixon smiled, pouring himself a large glass of whiskey. “And love.”

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  TEMPTATION TALES

  Story 34

  “Body temperature elevation detected. Rise by 0.23 per cent.” Ava beeped in her usual monotone.

  “Thank you, Ava.” Katrina smiled, glancing at the personal sensor strapped to her wrist. The digits showing her exact body temperature at the moment flashed briefly.

  “You don’t have to thank it, Kat. It’s just a program.” The plump young woman standing next to Katrina laughed.

  “Well, I’m thankful to have this helpful device, Cel, it’s a marvel.” Katrina smiled at her beaming colleague.

  Three years in training at the best medical institute in the northern hemisphere had prepared the twenty one year old well. So well, that her first assignment was the most sought after by all trainee medical officers in the fleet. Being the top scoring student on a global platform for the year 2095 had everything to do with it. A posting on one of the enormous space stations orbiting the planet Jupiter was a career defining job with a pay scale that would even entice heads of state.

  Katrina Zoltan stood before the transparent deck of the little transport ship that carried her and her fellow trainee, the happy go lucky, Celia Rain, to their destination. They weren’t friends, or even classmates, but were soon becoming close to each other on their month long flight though space. As they passed though the asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter, Katrina felt her excitement rise up a notch, thus prompting Ava, her sensor device, to announce the anomaly it detected.

  “We’re in the Asteroid belt, but they are all so far apart.” Celia grumbled. “I was hoping to see the ship’s shields turn all blue and green deflecting those rocks.”

  “It’s a misconception, glamorized in the movies, Cel.” Katrina laughed. “The asteroids are not clustered like bees and birds like they will show you… but miles apart; enough space for even giant cruisers to fly through.”

  “Yeah, science fiction can get away with everything.” Celia laughed and slipped her arm around Katrina’s slim waist, her pudgy fingers digging in.

  Unlike her plump colleague, Katrina Zoltan had a well toned body. Almost five foot nine, her snug uniform delineated every eye-catching aspect of her near perfect body. Firm shoulders, lean arms, full rounded breasts, slim waist and curvy hips, an enticing bubble butt and strong shapely legs drew attention from everywhere. And to add to that her rich gleaming black hair, a perfect heart shaped face, emerald green eyes, a cute button nose and full moist lips would leave most men and a few women breathless.

  Katrina often wondered, on their short trip together, if Celia had more than just a sociable interest in her. She often felt her colleague’s ‘friendly’ caresses linger a little more than she was comfortable with. But she decided to not make anything of it, herself never considering swinging that way; she chose to ignore Celia’s innocent transgressions. But that didn’t stop her from reacting to Celia’s sudden moments of affection.

  ““Heart rate elevation detected. Rise by 0.45 per cent.” Ava beeped again.

  “Oh, will you shut that off.” Celia sounded exasperated and slipped her arm off Katrina’s waist, trailing her little pinky over her firm buttock lazily.

  “I can never do that.” Katrina looked at her colleague almost petulantly. “We were told to never disengage vital equipment.”

  “Well, you‘re not in medic 101 anymore.” Celia replied derisively.

  “What are you saying?” Katrina felt a prick of irritation
behind her ears. “Now that we have graduated top of the class, we have all the more reason to be fully prepared in the field.”

  “Top of the class?” Celia snorted. “I was never top of the class.”

  “Then how did you get this job assignment?”

  “My uncle’s on the council of the Lunar Miner’s Guild.”

  “Oh, I see.” Katrina felt suddenly very awkward, wondering about the rest of the people who would soon be her colleagues on the space station orbiting Jupiter. Did any of them as equally deserve their post as she or did they all have highly placed sources to make it happen for them?

  “Don’t worry about it.” Celia smiled, walking away. “I just hate the sound of that thing, you can wear it as much as you like. I’m going down to get a bite, join me if you want.”

  “No, I’m fine, Cel.” The brunette looked out at space, at the tiny dots moving all around, the fleeting asteroids. “I just want to watch the stars some more.”

  Another week and she would be on the Space Station, with the massive bulk of Jupiter looming overhead. She shivered slightly at the prospect.

  “Body temperature declination detected. Drop by 0.33 per cent.” Ava beeped in her usual monotone.

  “Thank you, Ava.” Katrina sighed, running her hands through her dark luxuriant hair.

  ~

  Katrina stood outside the docking bay. The little transport had docked almost an hour ago and she wasn’t sure where to go. The space station was massive, almost the size of Texas, maybe more. Several corridors stretched away from the arrivals lobby area and even though she had the name of her sector, she didn’t for the life of her know where it was. There was no one else about and the air began to feel lighter around her. Celia had left almost instantly after they arrived, having an escort from her posting sector whisk her away. It must be great to have an uncle or two in high places, Katrina mused.

  “Heart rate lowered by 0.12 percent.” Ava informed her.

  “Tha...”

  “Katrina Zoltan, medical intern, class AAA?” A sleek feminine voice made her jump.

  She whirled around to face the tall, bald headed woman staring at her. Her accent was a bit thick and edgy, almost eastern European. She had a uniform with a rank insignia on it. Her broad shoulders indicated she worked out, as did her flat stomach and dense thighs. Her lovely face and hooped earrings were in stark contrast to her almost manly physique.

  “Yes, that’s me.” Katrina acknowledged nervously.

  “Good. I am Chief Security Officer Lena Kolovos,” She smiled briefly. “I will escort you to sector Gamma 33. Please follow me.”

  “Yes, of course,” Katrina nodded. “But how did you suddenly appear without a sound?”

  “Like this.” Lena shrugged, tapping her heels together. She hovered up an inch into the air and her boots began to emit short bursts of vapor.

  “Jet shoes?” Katrina’s eyes widened.

  “Yes, you have them too.” The bald woman pointed at her feet. “Just click your heels together.”

  Katrina did, and almost fell as her boots came alive, pushing her up into the air.

  “Heart rate escalated by 1.91 percent. Breathing abnormal.” Ava went off.

  “Tha… thank you.” Katrina gasped, steadying herself with some effort. She didn’t know her standard issue uniform had enhancements such as these.

  “You will get used to it in time. Like roller blades.” Lena advised. “The space station is too large for walking, and vehicles inside are too cumbersome. This is the best way to travel fast.”

  “It’s a good idea…” Katrina nodded, and then grabbed Lena’s muscular arm with a soft shriek as her feet shot out in opposite directions.

  “Maybe you can hold my hand till we reach the sector.” Lena laughed, almost mechanically.

  As they zipped past sterile metallic walls and doorways, Lena informed Katrina about the space station, the basic rules, the dos and don’ts, as well as the importance of their collective mission. Jupiter’s moons were a great source of raw materials and minerals necessary for keeping Earth’s economy alive. After the failed endeavor on Mars, this operation had to be maintained under supervision at all times.

  Almost a hundred thousand personnel served on the Space Station, and there were three more like it orbiting Jupiter’s enormous circumference. More than five hundred thousand people were involved in the operation. It was not just a job; it was a career and paid more in a month than a similar position would pay in a year back on Earth. Katrina began to feel her nerves calming down. Lena’s rich, droning voice had a soothing effect on her.

  When she had looked up at Jupiter’s massive bulk looming over the Space Station upon arrival, Katrina couldn’t help feeling traumatized. It felt like she would fall at anytime onto the planet’s inhospitable surface. The fact that the Station was in orbit almost a hundred miles away was negated by the planet’s imposing size. This would take some getting used to, she understood.

  “We have arrived.” Lena announced, expertly zipping in with Katrina in tow through the sliding panels of sector Gamma 33. “You will now report to Captain Gordon and he will assign you to your post.”

  “I must thank you, Lena.” Katrina smiled at the larger woman. “For making me feel welcome.”

  “It’s just my duty.” She smiled back. “I only wish you do the same, we have need of good medics here… all the time.”

  “I’ll do my best.” Katrina nodded her head enthusiastically.

  “Good. Come in.” Lena tapped her boots, switching off the jets and briskly walking into command center.

  Katrina followed her example, finally glad to be feeling the firm steel floor under her feet again. She looked around the large command center as they walked in. Several men and women in uniform were busy at their stations, before monitors and switchboards of various shapes and sizes.

  “Captain Gordon.” Lena saluted to the short, middle aged man sitting on what looked like a Captain’s command console. “This is the new medic intern assigned to our sector.”

  “Thank you, Lena.” The captain acknowledged and entered a series of commands into his console.

  Katrina waved a silent bye at Lena as the Chief Security Officer walked away and stepped up before Gordon. Another woman sauntered up, a squat blonde with a freckled face. She smiled at Katrina, a gap toothed grin, her grey eyes appraisingly roaming all over her.

  “Ah, Miss Katrina Zoltan, medical intern, class AAA, top of your class, global topper for 2095.” Gordon read off her profile on the screen, and then turned to look at her. His eyes rested on her face and then took a leisurely tour of her from top to bottom. “And we here at Gamma 33 do consider ourselves fortunate to have you. Our well being is in good hands, not that we don’t have faith in Doctor Haydon.”

  “Doctor… Haydon?” The young intern said apprehensively.

  “Yes, Doctor Thor Haydon.” The blonde chipped in. “You’ll be reporting to him. You’re going to enjoy working here. Oh, and I’m Selene Manson, first officer, Gamma 33.”

  “Oh, I… I’m pleased to meet you, Officer Manson, and... and you too, Captain Gordon.”

  “No need to be so formal, Katrina.” Gordon smiled. “We’re more like friends and family here, and not stuffy little colleagues.”

  “Yeah, take it easy.” Selene winked. “It’s a long, long way from home to keep up appearances.”

  “This is your home now.” Gordon added.

  “Pulse rate above normal. Rise by 1.23 percent detected.” Ava beeped.

  “Oh!” Katrina jumped and placed her palm over the device on her wrist.

  “Ah, you have one of those; we don’t really use them much around here.” Selene laughed, taking her by the elbow and leading her away from the command console. “Come let’s get a bite to eat, and then I’ll escort you to your quarters and work station. Thor must be waiting impatiently to meet you.”

  “Oh, I see.” Katrina looked uncertain, she didn’t expect a near military operation to be
so informal, but they were in a hostile environment hundreds of miles away from Earth.

  They entered the little cafeteria; it was self service, mostly canned and dried food. Katrina got herself a small sandwich and a tiny packet of water. Selene opened a can of beef and beans and a beer.

  Katrina raised an eyebrow at her choice of beverage on duty and the short woman smiled.

  “Don’t worry about it, it’s all good here.” The first officer sipped her drink. “Beer’s cheaper and easily available than water.”

  “Do we pay for this then?” Katrina eyed her water sachet with concern.

  “Yeah, it’s docked out of your pay. But don’t worry; you get paid way more than you can dream of here.”